Take bitches to school then I Columbine these hoes
Toma vergonha na cara PIRANHA!
They got you all them Grammys, but your flow’s still a no
What a fiasco, Lupe, Future made you pay (haha)
She wanna party with DaBaby while rubbin’ on Tory toupée
I guess she needed money bags for them Trey Songz
She G-Eazy, Carl made her crawl for it
Yo, why the fuck they poke the monster?
Fuckin’ with Nicki this year, ho, I’m comin’ like a pornstar
She just mad that no nigga ever loved her
I graduate with honors, I ball nate O. Connor
I did a Freestyle and got a shoutout from Obama
Yes, yes, I am ill, I go in for the kill
Hoes is my sons, birth control, I am on the pill
Anyway, lil’ nigga don’t test the kid
Even Maury Povich couldn’t test the kid
Even R. Kelly couldn’t touch the kid
And even with all your bars you couldn’t text the kid
I got a pool that I never even swam in
Airports that you bitches never land in
They be like, “What you doing Nicki?” Branding
Suck a cockpit prepare for landing